Boy, Am I Nervous!

Almost as soon as I made the decision to opt for the elective 16-week gender ultrasound, the nerves set it. I’m no longer just pregnant. There is a he or a she in there. A baby with an identity.

Who is this baby going to be?

In five years, would I be bringing him to baseball practice or bringing her to ballet practice? In 25 years, would I be pinning a corsage on a tux or pinning a bridal veil? Even just thinking about how fast they grow up is enough to bring me to tears, and he or she isn’t even born yet.

The gender itself isn’t really making me nervous. It’s more about the uncertainty of not knowing. But whether it’s a boy or a girl, I’ll adapt and manage either way.

UPDATE! READ BELOW!

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I wrote this post the day before my gender ultrasound. It’s a girl!!!!!!